The Lover's Chronicles

what we look for is something deeper than what we call love... if love is the taste, we long for the substance. we run afraid of the dark towards the neon lights... but we long for chocolate, for broth, for fruit, for just baked bread. we hear the rumor of ecstasy, but we settle for the numbness of not being alone... for we fear ourselves, and what is behind the door! we jump into bed and pant against the cold, never even getting close to the fire. we settle for sex, we barter for sex, using sex like a drug, mere children sailing on a plastic globe. we are afraid to touch, we take off our clothes, but are afraid of being naked. afraid of the stillness, we talk, we chatter... like bones rattled by the wind, or the window we latch. but the darkness calls, the candle is lit. in the depths of human, we long to be lovers!